There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

He took pains to avoid self-depreciation, self-mockery, ambiguity, irony, subtlety, vulnerability, a civilized world-weariness and a tragic sense of history--the very things, he says, that are most natural to him.

Ecology is boring for the same reason that destruction is fun.

I am not comfortable with abstract writing, stories that look like essays: you have to see, I need to see.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

Something is always happening, even on the quietest days and deep into the night, if you stand a while and look.